AUGUST 2020 | MUHARRAM

tomorrow is muharram, the start of the islamic calendar. taking this opportunity to write for a new beginning.

a start. a change. an another alhamdulillah.

if i wanna describe this year in one word, it should be “miracle”.

and so, going along with the meaning of how i describe this year for me, words are running in my mind like they can’t wait to be expressed. events in details are overwhelming they might escape. XD 

i would like to start with gratitude, a “THANK YOU” 😊with a smile on my face remembering this adorable kid yesterday in that small restaurant. i am inspired. not because i was just discovering the power of gratitude but to receive it from a very innocent beautiful being is just pleasing.

to start with this blog, i had tons and tons of drafts starting last year 2019, to write a post and keep up to date with my technotes. haha, i guess i am just a failure. the cycle i went through, i started writing and then put it off, then started another paragraph with the new title and then delete them, then goes back to the previous topic and thought i shouldn’t have deleted the previous one until big events happened. 2019 i started my job as technical representative in a global service desk company in this country. meaning, i am far from my family and i don’t have much family responsibility and so i can keep up with my hobbies, for example sketching, writing and traveling & spots. none of it happened instead i have discovered so many things about me about people about life and of course about how Allah’s plan is always the perfect plan. 

the aftermath of the eventful and intense 2019 to 2020 for me is that (a) no matter how much i wanted to tell mom and dad that i can take care of myself, they will still doubt it and (b) coronavirus has changed my life’s perspective. life is short. family is gold. jobs are temporary. health is wealth. save for yourself. give and give, money, care, kindness, prayer.

as a decision maker for my own life, i have decided to go home and leave this job for good and hopefully i can serve my parents as i have served myself for almost 10 years and counting. a blessing that not everyone could get and i am ready to give something back for them. my time and service. i hope i won’t mess up this time around. making me miss home wasn’t easy. i never missed home i never wanted to go home. i love living outside. hanging out with my friends, knowing people, inspiring people, be inspired, learning stuffs, getting a new language, having a new sports, improving social communication skills until The One who has made everything possible has put it to an end. THANK YOU for the experience. keeping all the good and remember the lessons from the bad.

i am excited to continue this life that has been given to me, keeping in touch with the people i have met outside. i am just blessed, thinking all this was just once was a wish when i was just a poor kid and now it was all getting manifested eventually. can i say subhanallah big time for that! YES! because every time i look back, none of these people, things, experience, skills i have had right now occupied my wish lists back then, except having a laptop. i was a kid i didn’t even know i’ll have it because our parents never inspired us to buy stuffs only because they focus on paying our school tuition fees. but one thing i am sure why this has been a blessing, it is because i was praying a lot, doing my homework as a student. no gadgets available. joined all by my siblings because we are not allowed to play around most of the time. tv watching is limited. playing nintendo is limited. seeing our cousins or hanging out with them is limited. sleeping is limited. We are in an army households and didn’t know our parents are just preparing us towards the crucial world. 

and so, at this very moment, i am glorifying every little things that had happened here and there(previously and present) and all the people i have meet. this is because i am thankful that i still got a chance to be with my family and give service to people with the remaining life i have. 

i am still breathing…

this my friend, if you are reading… i really meant to say that if your plan is accordance with Allah’s plan for you, then you will accomplish it but when it’s not, know that His plan is much much better than yours and in what’s happening in the world right now? nothing is certain except changes and death. my long term plan has always been changing and so does my short term depending on the situation.

i’ll be back and read this in case i will need those words in the future.

writing this blog for August. :) if ever i haven’t mentioned before that every things i have or own i.e. phone, tablet etc, i call them names. 

2020 is a year of appreciating everything we have. and that includes you, being able to read thi again. 

much <3,

js

18 April 2017

ooh batu!

currently my present address. campus dormitory. and i am very fortunate enough to have this pleasant accommodation i need to write about, because sooner or later,  i will be leaving and forever be missing this beautiful exceptional city!

3 reasons why i fell in love with in batu...

1 - cool weather and green setting.

from morning to evening. it's just a perfect place where i can feel the resort sense of ambiance. not just because i am in the 4th floor of this building where i live and feeling just the right amount of wind and sun rays coming through my  balcony but also the green scenery right in front of my eyes everytime i look outside and take in some fresh air. and perfect. very much like on a vacay mode!

2 - quiet and calm.

not much crowded.i love how i feel i can walk around not bumping in to someone you used to know already. as i've said. like on a vacay mode! and also, it is a good place where  you can study and focus. there's not much distractions such as nearby mall, although it is reachable by a transportation. you just don't want to spent that much time roaming around a distant mall. unless urgent necessities.

3 - long roads, and up hills.

yes, this is the most exciting part for me. i loooove motorcyling. i love driving. i love being on the road. i love the rush. i love everything about long driving and that risky nerve wrecking feelings of going up and down through hills. i will drive. no matter what, no matter where. we will race.

so far in 5 months experiencing batu city. friends, family, nearby friends had visited me through this short period of time and none of them had said negative about this fortunate setting of place i am in right now.

as i have said... much like on a vacation mode!

everyday is a special day. and i thank God.

coffee talk | talking tech and mathematics skill

we thought a lot. and one of the main content is probably our future. which is actually the result of what are we been doing at the present.

i'm studying information technology eventually. hard? yes.

weird because it wasn't really on the plan. and i thought a lot about it. me being on the tech world. tech world. sounds big.

i'm not good at math. period. and it's really hard to accept this fact. i'm crying now.

when i was in elementary through high school, i thought i was doing the right thing. studying ONLY. like no friends, no bonding time with the close-relatives. no social life. "isolation" if that's what do you want to call it. ok, so it was just on getting at the top list. which is i probably maintain at those zombie days.

i always wanted to impress my mom at all aspect of my day-to-day activities. like everything. good thing i was doing it well. obedient child. ha-ha! kids! and part of me being obedient is a math wiz. nahh, it's just math. 1+1. getting familiar with 10s 100s 1000s and so on. YES! i'm good at it. very very good. but not now. i'll tell you later in this blog.

...or now. i'm not gonna lie about what happen back then. "honesty is the best policy" i did my high school at only 3 years long. which is normally in a standard government educational law, it is actually 4 years duration. oh my... accelerated? nope! it wasn't really clear to me back then, but it was all my mom's plan. i skipped my junior high school. four years in count. 1st year, freshmen. 2nd year, sophomore. 3rd year, junior. and 4th year, senior. i didn't do my junior high school. applause. not a good idea when i realize i have missed everything. that everything is a sum up of all mathematics particularly final year in high school.

i struggle. mom doesn't know.

moving on... i went to college. COMPUTER SCIENCE. wow! in a not-so-prestigious-college-incorporate. so there's like, 10 - 20 students taking the same courses with me. there's not that much student at the whole department that i can still remember all their faces and probably names till now. it was 2007 when i finish my first half on my degree and now it's 2015. ok, so now i'm genius ^_^

i graduated my 3 years of highschool at 2004. associate degree at 2007. associate in health science education (yes i went to med school) at 2009. worked at telecommunication office a year long.

there's so many things happened that math had gotten mad at me and eventually went away, i guess. i'm sorry math. i really didn't mean it.

now that i'm back at field. COMPUTERS. i need math to go back at my side. like real bad. i was thinking that if i get back my math skills, i wouldn't worry about my statistics subjects.

i mean programming. codes. codes. codes. i think i'll die with it.

so i murmur a lot already. it's time for me to review. my math. or not. because their advice is "you don't need math to be a programmer". oooh yes, like you are, professor X, Math PhD holder.

programming is engaging with technology. and it is as if technology gives life to what we call generation now. there's no turning back.

i've got to do my tutorial. and i will one day. post an application by my own creation.

comin' up!